Gentle on My Mind

 
(Words & music by J. Hartford)
 
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And you path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch
 
It's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the heat stains that have dried up on some lovin'
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind
 
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns mellowed by me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we'd fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin'
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours
You're just gentle on my mind
 
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cos she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence
Til' the join might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you
Walking in the back roads
By the rivers flowing gently on my mind
 
I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,
cracking cauldron in some train yard
I'm barely runnin' cold how
Have a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Who cupped hands around the tin cans
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling never changes on my mind
 
 

Gently

 
(words & music by Wizell - Lisbona)
 
Gently your eyes met mine
Tender, trusting, true
Gently your hand took mine
Thrilled me through and through
 
Gently, oh so gently
Gentle as the dawn
Gently, oh so gently
Our true love was born
 
Gently your lips kissed mine
As we strolled along
Gently your heart touched mine
Young and warm and strong
 
Gently the hour is near
When true loves have to part
Gently we'll meet again
One more kiss, sweetheart
 
 

G.I. Blues

 
(words & music by Sid Tepper - Roy Bennett)
 
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
in Texas any old time
 
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
 
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay
for a slice of Texas cow
 
We'd like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
And they don't give the Purple Heart
for a fallen arch
 
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
 
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
Cause they're all wearin' signs saying:
"Keepen sie off the grass"
 
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
 
 

Girl Happy

 
(Words & music by Pomus - Meade)
 
Girl happy, yes I'm girl happy,
Girl happy, can't you see
 
Every girl I see looks good to me
What crazy way I've wait (?) to be
I love a life of nothing but beautiful women
Well I'm Girl happy, yes I'm girl happy,
Girl happy, can't you see
 
Every time I see a pretty face
My heart just heads for outer space
I need a girl to make my life worth of living
Yes, I'm Girl happy, yes I'm girl happy,
Girl happy, can't you see
 
I've been like this since I was just a baby boy
First nurse that rocked my cradle made me jump the joy
Mama keep your daughter out of sight
I'm in a lovin' mood tonight
I love a life of nothing but beautiful women
Well I'm Girl happy, yes I'm girl happy,
Girl happy, can't you see
 
I've been like this since I was just a baby boy
First nurse that rocked my cradle made me jump the joy
Girl happy, well I'm girl happy,
Yes I'm girl happy, can't you see
Girl happy, said I'm girl happy,
Yes I'm girl happy, can't you see
 
 

Girl Next Door Went A'walking

 
(Words & music by Thomas Wayne)
 
The girl next door went a'walking
She found the boy she likes
She wanted to get married
Settle down for life
 
The girl next door went a'walking
She knew it wasn't right
She came home at half past ten
Late every night
 
The girl next door went a'walking
She found the boy she likes
She wanted to get married
Settle down for life
 
She didn't know love was so grand
She never took love second hand
But to my surprise
She thought that love was paradise
 
The girl next door went a'walking
She found the boy she likes
She wanted to get married
Settle down for life
 
The girl next door went a'walking
She knew it wasn't right
She came home at half past ten
Late every night
 
The girl next door went a'walking
She found the boy she likes
She wanted to get married
Settle down for life
 
She didn't know love was so grand
She never took love second hand
But to my surprise
She thought that love was paradise
 
The girl next door went a'walking
She found the boy she likes
She wanted to get married
Settle down for life
 
Now the two are married
Settled down for life
She walks by hand in hand
Late every night
 
The girl next door went a'walking
She found the boy she likes
She wanted to get married
Settle down for life
Settle down for life
Settle down for life
Settle down for life
 
 

Girl of Mine

 
(Words & music by L. Reed - B. Mason)
 
When your asleep beside me, I watch you lying there
Your hand upon the pillow and moonlight in your hair
I get the warmest feeling, so good I almost cry
I kiss your sleeping lips and say I'll love you 'till I die
 
Oh girl of mine you make my day
One sunny smile and all the clouds just roll away
Eyes deep as the sea seem to say to me
Our love will always be
So girl of mine turn out the light
And in my arms together we'll make sweet love tonight
Down life's golden road and you'll always know
I love you ... girl of mine
 
Sometimes I know I hurt you when things ain't goin' right
I walk away and leave you to face the lonely night
I wouldn't blame you darlin' if you walked out on me
But I return to find you there still waiting patiently
 
Oh girl of mine you make my day
One sunny smile and all the clouds just roll away
Eyes deep as the sea seem to say to me
Our love will always be
So girl of mine turn out the light
And in my arms together we'll make sweet love tonight
Down life's golden road and you'll always know
I love you ... girl of mine
 
 

Girls! Girls! Girls!

 
(words & music by Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller)
 
Girls, goin' swimming,
Girl, in bikinis,
A walkin' and wigglin' by, yay, yay, yay
Girls, on the beaches,
Girls, oh, what a peaches,
So pretty, Lord I could cry
I'm just a red blooded boy
And I can't stop thinkin' about
 
Girls, sailin' sailboats,
Girls, water skiin',
They'll drive me out of my mind, yay, yay, yay
Girls, big and brassy,
Girls, small and sassy,
Just give me one of each kind
 
I'm just a red blooded boy
And I can't stop thinkin' about
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!
 
And when I pick up a sandwich too much
A crunchy crunchety
A crunchety crunch
I never ever get to finish my lunch
Because there's always bound to be a bunch of
 
Girls, in tight sweaters,
Girls, in short dresses,
A walkin' and wigglin' by, yay, yay, yay
Girls, out boatin'
Girls, just a floatin'
So pretty, Lord I could cry.
 
I'm just a red blooded boy
And I can't stop thinkin' about
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!
 
 

Give Me the Right

 
(words & music by Wise - Blagman)
 
Give me the right
To hold you tonight
The tears that I've cried over you
Give me the right
 
You can't say no
When I need you so
I want you back in my arms
Give me the right
 
If you looked deep in your heart
Like I looked into mine
You'll find that nothing has changed
Our love was there all the time
 
Why make me plead
For something you need
I want to bring back the thrill
Give me the right
Give me the right
 
 

Go East, Young Man

 
(Words & music by Giant - Baum - Kaye)
 
I'm gonna go where the desert sun is
Go where I know the fun is
Go where the harem girls dance
Go where there's love and romance
 
Out on the burning sands, in some caravan
I'll find adventure, while I can
To say the least, go on, go east young man
 
Go east young man, go east young man
You'll feel like a sheik, so rich and grand
With dancing girls at your command
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
 
I'm gonna go where the night's enchanted
Go where those dreams are granted
When paradise starts calling, into some tent I'm crawling
 
I hear those desert drums, and when nighttime comes
Then I'll make love the way I planned
To say the least, go on, go east young man
 
Go east young man, go east young man
You'll feel like a sheik, so rich and grand
With dancing girls at your command
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
 
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
 
 

Goin' Home

 
(Words & music by Byers)
 
This proud wild land where the wind blows free
Has always been a part of me
It's in my blood, I just can't get it out
For a hundred miles a man can see
And be about as wild as he wants to be
If he feels like shouting all he's gotta do is shout
 
Where the purple mountains reach up high
And look like they're gonna touch the sky
Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years
Where the days are hot, the nights are cold
The desert sand looks just like gold
These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears
 
Where the painted desert as you pass by
Looks like a rainbow in the sky
The cactus blooms in the early morning sun
Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly
The clouds paint pictures in the sky
The cayotes howl tells you when the day is done
 
I'm coming home, this time I'm gonna stay
I'm coming home and I ain't never goin' away
My feet are itching to get back home
I've had the desert fever since I've been gone
I need some loving so bad that I can't see
When a woman looks a man in the eye
You know it takes a man to satisfy
Thinking about them girls is killing me
 
I'm going home, going home
Going home, I'm going home
Going home, going home
Going home
 
 

Golden Coins

 
(Words & music by Giant - Baum - Kaye)
 
Say you're mine, then ask me what you will
All your dreams, my darling I'll fulfill
 
Golden coins, I will bring to you
Silver trinkets and rubies too
In return dear I'm begging you
For the pleasures of love
 
I'll bring gifts, like you never saw
Priceless garments that you'll adore
Persian rugs to enhance your floor
For the pleasures of love
 
Darling, choose anything you please
Rich brocade, or woven tapestries
In exchange, I plead on my knees
For the pleasure of love
 
Golden coins, I'll place at your feet
Precious jewels to make life complete
All my treasures are yours my sweet
 
For the pleasures of love
 
 

Gonna Get Back Home Somehow

 
(words & music by Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman)
 
Hear that old train whistle
howling in the night
If that flyer's southbound
Everything will be all right
 
I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
I'm gonna get back home somehow
 
Don't nobody tell me
baby's been untrue
If she's been unfaithful
I don't know what I'll do
 
I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now
I'm gonna get back home somehow
 
Never thought that I could miss her so
I never thought I could , now I know
 
The sound of the old train whistle
Makes me want to cry
Reminds me of that lonely feeling
When I said goodbye
 
I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now
I'm gonna get back home somehow
 
 

Good Luck Charm

 
(words & music by Aaron Schroeder - Wally Gold)
 
Don't want a four leaf clover
Don't want an old horse shoe
Want your kiss 'cause I just can't miss
With a good luck charm like you
 
Come on and be my little good luck charm
Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight
I want a good luck charm
a-hanging on my arm
To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight
 
Don't want a silver dollar
Rabbit's foot on a string
The happiness in your warm caress
No rabbit's foot can bring
 
Come on and be my little good luck charm
Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight
I want a good luck charm
a-hanging on my arm
To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight
 
I found a lucky penny
I'd toss it across the bay
Your love is worth all the gold on earth
No wonder that I say
 
Come on and be my little good luck charm
Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight
I want a good luck charm
a-hanging on my arm
To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight
 
 

Good Rockin' Tonight

 
(words & music by Roy Brown)
 
Well, I heard the news
there's good rockin' tonight.
Well, I heard the news
There's good rockin' tonight.
 
I'm gonna hold my baby
as tight as I can.
Tonight she'll know
I'm a mighty, mighty man.
I heard the news,
there's good rockin' tonight.
 
I say, well, meet me in a hurry
behind the barn,
Don't you be afraid, darling,
I'll do you no harm
I want you to bring
along my rockin' shoes,
'Cause tonight I'm gonna rock away
all my blues.
I heard the news,
there's good rockin' tonight.
 
Well, we're gonna rock. We're gonna rock.
Let's rock. Come on and rock.
We're gonna rock all our blues away.
 
Have you heard the news?
Everybody's rockin' tonight.
Have you heard the news?
Everybody's rockin' tonight.
 
I'm gonna hold my baby
as tight as I can,
Well, tonight she'll know
I'm a mighty, mighty man.
I heard the news,
There's good rockin' tonight.
 
Well, we're gonna rock, rock, rock,
Come on and rock, rock, rock,
Well, rock, rock, rock, rock,
Let's rock, rock, rock, rock,
We're gonna rock all our blues away.
 
 

Good Time Charlie's Got the Blues

 
(Words & music by Danny O'Keefe)
 
Everybody's gone away
Said they're movin to L.A.
There's not a soul I know around
Everybody's leavin' town
 
Some caught a freight, some caught a plane
Found the sunshine in the rain
They said this town's will waste their time
I guess they're right, it's wasting mine
 
Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
 
You know my heart keeps tellin' me
You're not a kid at thirty-three
Play around you'll lose your wife
You play it too long you'll lose your life
 
Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
 
Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
 
 

Got a Lot o' Livin' to Do

 
(words & music by Aaron Schroeder - Ben Weisman)
 
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
Come on baby, to make a party takes two
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
 
There's a moon that's big and bright in the milky way tonight
But the way you act you never would know it's there
So baby, time's a wasting
A lot of kisses I ain't been tasting
I don't know about you but I'm gonna get my share
 
Oh got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
Come on baby, to make a party takes two
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
 
There's a balmy little breeze
That's whistling through the trees
And it's telling you to pitch a little woo with me
Why don't you take a listen
You'll never know what you've been missing
Cuddle up a little closer and be my little honey bee
 
Oh got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
Come on baby, to make a party takes two
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
 
You're the prettiest thing I've seen
But you treat me so doggone mean
Ain't you got no heart, I'm dying to hold you near
Why do you keep me waiting
Why don't you start co-operating
And the things I say are things you want to hear
 
Oh got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
Come on baby, to make a party takes two
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
 
 
Got My Mojo Working / Keep Your Hands Off

of It

 
(Words & music by Preston Foster / Elvis Presley)
 
Hands off of her, she belongs to me
Mojo working don't belong to you
Well, she's mine all mine no matter what you do
Play it boys, play it boys
 
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
But you're mine all mine no matter what you do
 
Let me tell you now
She's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be
Hands off of her, she belongs to me
Hands off of her' don't belong to you
Well she's mine all mine no matter what you do
 
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do
Play it Jerry, play it ........
 
No matter what you do, play it son
 
Well she's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be
Hands off of her unless you want to deal with me
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do
Yeh!
 
I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin'
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do
She's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be
Hands off of her, she belongs to me
Hands off of her' don't belong to you
Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do
One more time!
 
Yeh!
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do
 
Listen to me now
I said you're long lean and lanky cute as you can be
Hands off of her unless you want deal with me
Get your hands off of her, she don't belong to you
Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do
Yeh, I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin'
I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin'
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
 
 

Green, Green Grass of Home

 
(words & music by Claude Putman, Jr.)
 
The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me,
All creatures smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 
The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 
Then I awake and look around me
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
 
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
 
 

Guadalajara

 
(Words & music by Pepe Guizar)
 
Guadalajara, Guadalajara...
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
 
Tienes el alma de provinciana
Hueles a limpio a rosa temprana
 
Aver de jara fresca del rio
Son mil palomos to case rio
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Sabes a pura tierra mojada
 
(Ay!! ja ja, ay, ja ja,aj! ja, ja..Ay!! ja ja)
 
Aj!!! colomitos lejanos....aj!!!..ojitos de agua hermanos
 
Ay colomitos i nol vidables, i nol vidables como las tardes
En que la lluvia, des de la loma, ir nos hacia, hasta Zapopam
 
AY!! misermano..Ay-ja-ja...Mexicano...
 
Ay colomitos i nol vidables, i nol vidables como las tardes
En que la lluvia, des de la loma, ir nos hacia, hasta Zapopam
 
Guadalajara, Guadalajara...Guadalajara..Guadalajara
 
Guadalajara....Guadalajara
 
 

Guitar Man

 
(Words & music by Hubbard)
 
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I'd left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
Just lookin' for a place to play,
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
 
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on down to Panama City,
Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars,
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
Makin' music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all night piers,
There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
 
So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
At a club they call Big Jack's,
A little four-piece band was jammin',
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
With a swingin' little guitar man.
Show 'em, son
 
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,
Find yourself down around Mobile,
Make it on out to a club called Jack's,
If you got a little time to kill,
Just follow that crowd of people,
You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band,
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.